For my grandfather

Today we got the news that my grandfather has got cancer. He does not know it. Just the thought that he does not know and is cheerful brings tears to all of us.

I am grateful today that I as his eldest granddaughter was able to share so many lovely stories and moments with him. There have been times when I did not like many of the things he did. Well, all of us have grouses like that.

He is the last connection that I have with the older generation of my mother's family. He is quite important to all of us. Its strange to know that he does not know that he is dying but is hoping for the medicines to make him all right.

He has enabled me to see so much of life when I had not yet come into this world. He was born when India was not free and was under the British regime. Stories of life in the barracks, fire-schools, exotic places and people engaged us thoroughly and by now we know all the stories by heart and yet we would love our grandfather to narrate it to us.

I love him. I am thankful that he was there for us with lots of stories.

Please do pray for him.